Excuse Me, Your Life is Waiting clarifies why most of our dreams have never materialized, why the majority of us have lived with all-too-empty bank accounts, tough relationships, failing health, and often spiritually unfulfilling lives. In an easy-to-read style peppered with logical explanations, simple steps, and true-life examples, author Lynn Grabhorn shows us how to turn it all aroundóright now.

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Chapter One

How We Got in This Mess

How do we get what we get in life? Why do some people seem to have it all while others suffer so? Why did that bozo bump into you on the freeway? Why did that little child have to die so young? How come that guy got promoted, and not you? Why canít everybody have prosperity, and joy, and security?

In our everlasting search to find more happiness in life, we devour positive-thinking books by the millions. But if those books truly hold the secrets to an abundant and joyful life, why do we keep buying new ones? Oh sure, there are a few that have come close to giving us the keys to that elusive "good life," but no true winners; our lives donít do a lot of changing. "Maybe it was just the wrong book," we rationalize. "Letís try another one." Or another religion. Or a different kind of meditation. Or another teacher, or psychic, or doctor, or relationship.

We reach out anywhere and everywhere for relief from the tedium and struggle of daily living, yet the vast majority of us are still looking. How come? How come weíve never learned the simple secret to living the good life, whatever that may represent to us? How come we continue to whack and scratch like frantic mad dogs to get what we want, when all along the key to obtaining our innermost desires has been as elemental as life itself?

If you really think that things come to you by some stroke of good or bad luck, or by accident, or coincidence, or by knocking your brains out against some very unsympathetic stone walls, then get a grip. This book could be dangerous to your discontent.

Slugger Jessie

Years ago, long before I had ever heard about the Law of Attraction, my friend Mindy insisted I go with her to see a Little League game. Her son played left field, but thatís not why she wanted me to go with her.

The size of the weekend crowd surprised me. Youíd have thought Babe Ruth himself was reincarnating for a guest appearance. But question her as I might, no amount of prodding would cut loose Mindyís little intrigue. So what the heck; I went along with it.
Her son came up to bat and struck out. Our side got two hits but no runs before the side was retired. Then came the other guys; you couldnít help but feel the crowdís excitement. A couple of young bulldogs strolled to the plate and promptly struck out, thanks to our teamís terrific pitcher. Now it was Jessieís turn, and the cheers began. From both sides.

Jessie was small, I mean really small. His bat seemed longer than he was. He stepped up to the plate with unceremonious confidence and proceeded to hit the very first ball so far out over the bushes that they never did find it. I was flabbergasted, the crowd went ballistic, and Mindy looked at me and winked.

This impossible scenario repeated itself four more times. Little Slugger Jessie was a sensation, a phenomenon in the flesh. And with the research I was doing on the physics of manifesting, I damn sure wanted to find out what made this little half-pint tick, just as Mindy knew I would.

When most of the back-slapping was over, I wedged my way up to him through the crowd and asked if we could sit down and talk for a minute. When we reached the top of the bleachers I said, "Jessie, how do you do that? How do you hit so many home runs?"

"I dunno," he offered innocently, waving a casual goodbye to some of his teammates. "Each time I get up to bat I just feel what itís gonna be like to connect, and I do."

Although I didnít know it at the time, Jessie had just described the fundamental principle of manifestation known as the Law of Attraction, the physics that creates every moment of our day.

Today Jess lives in style with a lovely wife, two great kids, a house of collectibles from their worldly travels, and a computer from which he makes copious amounts of dollars managing his investments. He passed over baseball as a career because he wanted to be his own boss on his own time. How has he become so successful? Same way he hit the ball: by feeling. Not by thought alone, by feeeeeling!

"Human Condition," My Foot

Didnít it ever strike you as bizarre that our lives should be so tough when weíre all so brilliant? Here we are, this hugely intelligent species that can split atoms, fly to the moon and create the Flintstones, yet weíre all running around blowing each other up, having heart attacks or starving to death. It makes no sense. How did we get into this mess? Or is it just the so-called human condition?

It all began uncountable eons ago with the first untrue declarations from those who desired power, who proclaimed that our lives revolved around, and were the result of, circumstances over which we had no control, including being dominated by others. Since thatís what everybody has believed for untold eons, thatís what we still believe to this day.

And so, like our parents before us and theirs before them, all the way back for God knows how many thousands of years, we have struggled, whacked, strained, worried, and died long before our time from the all too unnecessary demands of living. We believed it to be the human condition, part of the unfortunate affliction we have come to call reality.